The only difference is, come spring, they’ll be blooming happily as the night sky stars slowly fade away from me as decaying fantasies.

The fuse is lit, wrapped against your wrists
Prisoner of freedom, prisoner of ****.
Grip dissident fists, slip, and miss the government.
An insignificant kiss across unfeeling skin,
Desensitized to the reeling of our unified minds
The serpent, the centipede that dually writhe inside,
Left and right, tickling spite to erupt in minacious laughter
As the herd move along our prayers slither into the slaughter.
Plastered proclamations and pinned ignorance:
“I voted for a puppet” but who’s the ventriloquist?

-SLuR

Is it the wave kissing the sand
          or is it the ocean
                   deep from her heart
sometimes gently,
                                  often hard,
but always with passion?

Is it the sand kissing back
        or is it the land
            happily losing ground
with every kiss
             to his eternal mistress,
the occupant of his soul?

Silence starves while the blind ******,
The deaf stand around soggy soapboxes
As the mute cry out, standing tall and proud-
Sinking into the ground.

TV screen dreams scream to the consumer,
Better teeth! Perfect skin! A remedy for your horrors!
Watch us die in 4k, crisp and clean color,
Lovely scenes to sate your inner ******.

They gorge on god, swell with his alcoholic blood
Like corpses found plump,
Faced down and washed up on the mud.
Pick and ****, the devil hidden inside of deities
Point your finger in the mirror,
And blame him for these monstrosities.

Satan, an obscenity
Cleanse our sins, vicariously
Watch the needy help the needy help the needy
Help the world fill the fat bellies of the greedy,
With their ripe pockets and freudian slip kisses;
Their black hole secrets and ****** ridden lips.
Fuscous pus oozing from blistering skin,
Eagerly spreading the disease that sleeps-
Dormant within.

-SLuR